<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860374708726364147</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:48:40.608-07:00</updated><category term='bethan'/><category term='helene'/><category term='love'/><title type='text'>Marc My Words</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcus-volturi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860374708726364147/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcus-volturi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14062630181383259902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860374708726364147.post-3600728703676306194</id><published>2009-05-19T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T07:17:26.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please love me not....</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CAimee%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-language:EN-US;} @page Section1 	{size:595.3pt 841.9pt; 	margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; 	mso-header-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bethan is gone, on a mission with Renata, Felix and Demetri. I am worried beyond comprehension and yet as soon as her feet hit American soil I was walking through Helenes house wondering if an appropriate time had passed between my arrival and the point in which I could kiss her. Apparently that time was about ten minutes. I am so ashamed of myself and yet I cannot seem to bring myself to tell either one to leave me be. I want them both and yet I want neither of them. This is a complication I do not need. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to go back to the days of my self imposed exclusion, when I could have my way and then walk away. Uncomplicated in its very existence. None of these women ever really became a problem and those who did were simply killed...... I wonder if Helene and Bethan knew that I committed such acts if they would still claim their love for me. I doubt it. They both seem to have this unrealistic vision of me, one which I know I could not possibly live up to. They believe me to be a ‘good’ person, and that is something I know to be false. I have been called many things over the years and that is not one of them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am just vain enough to know that people want me...but Love me? That is a whole different situation, one that I fear I do not like. This can only lead to my breaking the two of them. I hesitate to do this….is it because I love them, or is it because I have not been looked at the way they look at me in so long that I struggle to remember who I really am? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860374708726364147-3600728703676306194?l=marcus-volturi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcus-volturi.blogspot.com/feeds/3600728703676306194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcus-volturi.blogspot.com/2009/05/please-love-me-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860374708726364147/posts/default/3600728703676306194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860374708726364147/posts/default/3600728703676306194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcus-volturi.blogspot.com/2009/05/please-love-me-not.html' title='Please love me not....'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14062630181383259902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860374708726364147.post-9081324806787201571</id><published>2009-05-15T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T10:09:21.332-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bethan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helene'/><title type='text'>And so it is........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It seems to be that I may have opened my heart a little too much, yet in doing so I have broken the hearts of others. How can it be possible that after so many years alone and heartsick over my one and only love Didyme, I have once again been thrown into the overwhelming confusion that is love?&lt;br /&gt;Helene and Bethan, what am I to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear Helene has loved me for a long time....She has proclaimed her feelings for me and already I have damaged her soul. She has been a loyal friend and guard for many years....am I to simply break her? The kiss....the kiss was, interesting. I did not expect to feel so much after so many years, she has taken a piece of me and I fear she will hold it for eternity. Why did I never see her feelings before? Perhaps I was blocking them out. Perhaps I was not ready to know. In some ways I wish she had never told me and I could continue living blissfully unaware in my lonely existence. That was preferable to this confusion and pain I am causing her. I see the accusation in her eyes and this I simply cannot bear. She is beautiful, of course. She calls to me and this more than anything makes me wonder...... She has said that she will leave me be if I truly wish to be with Bethan, is this what I want? I do not want her to leave me, that is all I know. How can I go back now? How can she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is Bethan. She has only been with us for a short time and yet she seems to understand our ways and traditions in a way that both surprises and pleases me. After talking with her at length about her training she also began to have feelings for me. I suppose I am to blame in a way, she is new to this life and I believe part of her attraction to me is the fact that I am a Volturi leader. I should have made her stay away but I wouldn't...or couldn't? When she looks at me it is with utter devotion. How can I tell her I am not the man she thinks me to be? How can I tell her not to love me? I will only break her as I have my dear Helene. I feel the need to protect her even though I am quiet aware she can look after herself, why else would we have her in the guard? She is strong but timid, beautiful but modest,  it intrigues me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish someone would just tell me what I should do. I cannot go on as I am right now. Perhaps I should just stay alone, I have done so for this long...it should not be so hard to go back....should it? I am afraid I may be too damaged for love....and my love would be too damaging......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860374708726364147-9081324806787201571?l=marcus-volturi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcus-volturi.blogspot.com/feeds/9081324806787201571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcus-volturi.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-so-it-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860374708726364147/posts/default/9081324806787201571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860374708726364147/posts/default/9081324806787201571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcus-volturi.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-so-it-is.html' title='And so it is........'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14062630181383259902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860374708726364147.post-8296034842567062711</id><published>2009-05-15T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T06:42:41.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Renata and Santiago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://styleit.files.wordpress.com/2007/02/christina-ricci01260702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 282px;" src="http://styleit.files.wordpress.com/2007/02/christina-ricci01260702.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems there is happy news from our fair city. My little guardian Renata and Santiago have gotten married. I have felt their relationship and have discovered a genuine love in their hearts, for which I am truly grateful. Renata has been so distant in the past, but I feel she has opened her beautiful heart to the only man who could tame her. Santiago is really a man of many talents but I feel this is his greatest achievement yet. I know in my soul that they will be happy...this is a good time for out family....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.papermag.com/modules/archive/uploaded_images/1812_i1_james_mcavoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 218px;" src="http://www.papermag.com/modules/archive/uploaded_images/1812_i1_james_mcavoy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Aimee/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Aimee/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860374708726364147-8296034842567062711?l=marcus-volturi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcus-volturi.blogspot.com/feeds/8296034842567062711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcus-volturi.blogspot.com/2009/05/renata-and-santiago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860374708726364147/posts/default/8296034842567062711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860374708726364147/posts/default/8296034842567062711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcus-volturi.blogspot.com/2009/05/renata-and-santiago.html' title='Renata and Santiago'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14062630181383259902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860374708726364147.post-2352333137784801037</id><published>2009-04-30T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T07:12:07.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lord took her away from me......</title><content type='html'>I have been a lost cause for a very long time. As much as I do not want to think it, let alone say it, I believe it is time to give up mourning for my love. I can see the sadness in my soul when I look into the mirror............................I am a shell.&lt;br /&gt;                                                         Didyme                              &lt;img style="width: 194px; height: 242px;" src="http://www.imagazine.net/pictures/alexis_bledel/alexis_bledel3.jpg"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw the break of day&lt;br /&gt;I wished that I could fly away&lt;br /&gt;Instead of  kneeling in the sand&lt;br /&gt;Catching teardrops in my hand &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860374708726364147-2352333137784801037?l=marcus-volturi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcus-volturi.blogspot.com/feeds/2352333137784801037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcus-volturi.blogspot.com/2009/04/lord-took-her-away-from-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860374708726364147/posts/default/2352333137784801037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860374708726364147/posts/default/2352333137784801037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcus-volturi.blogspot.com/2009/04/lord-took-her-away-from-me.html' title='The Lord took her away from me......'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14062630181383259902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860374708726364147.post-665639891386872480</id><published>2009-04-29T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:10:38.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing me.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;MARCUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" style="width: 266px; height: 400px;" alt="n1030650173_30110415_7757.jpg oliver goodwill image by Cynthia_D" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d51/Cynthia_D/HOT%20GUYS/Oliver%20Goodwill/n1030650173_30110415_7757.jpg" galleryimg="no" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will get to know me as time passes but I will leave you to your wondering ways....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Leaders of the Volturi- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCUS&lt;br /&gt;ARO&lt;br /&gt;CAIUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wives- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sulpicia&lt;br /&gt;Athenodora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Volturi Guard- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renata&lt;br /&gt;Felix&lt;br /&gt;Demetri&lt;br /&gt;Corin&lt;br /&gt;Santiago&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;br /&gt;Alec&lt;br /&gt;Helene&lt;br /&gt;Bethan(In training)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860374708726364147-665639891386872480?l=marcus-volturi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcus-volturi.blogspot.com/feeds/665639891386872480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcus-volturi.blogspot.com/2009/04/knowing-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860374708726364147/posts/default/665639891386872480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860374708726364147/posts/default/665639891386872480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcus-volturi.blogspot.com/2009/04/knowing-me.html' title='Knowing me.........'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14062630181383259902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
